Olivia Rodrigo Perfume Novels & Stories

A tall guy it was,lite in complexion,with one by one twisted hair that everyone could see that it was taken care of. Candice knew perfumes like nothing,she loved colognes so much that she could recognize which type one had worn at that moment,just by smelling it. That Cologne the guy had worn was a BVLAGARI, she knew it costs an arm and a leg. So she convinced herself that the guy's got bucks! " Heey! How are you? Have you been assisted or you still need one to do so? Because if you haven't been then am willing to do so ".

He explained. I arched my eyebrow and then shook my head. Nothing about what he just said made any sense. I always use my Miss Dior Eau de Parfum perfume that smells like lily of the valley, centifolia rose, and musk. So I don’t know where he’s getting cinnamon, vanilla, aniseed, clove, and patchouli. “I know it’s a far cry from your perfume, which is nice, but I like your true scent.” Rohan quickly assured me.

She pulled up the sleeve of her sheer dress and he bowed to scent her skin, so near now and yet he felt so far for she was only offering him her creation. The Elixir smelled so familiar, he looked at her wondering if she felt it too. She looked at him when he raised his head and looked confused. She quickly rearranged her sleeve and he could see alarm in her face. There was a pulse in her neck where scents were sprayed to send a message from the perfume of choice. She smelt of Neroli, of a hidden desire towards hedonism, a slight need to let out some delight past borders of containment towards desire. He adjusted his glassed and mustered the courage to ask her…

I turned to find a man in what had to be a million-dollar suit; Tom Ford, if I had to guess, tailored so precisely it looked painted on. Men in Florence loved fragrances that announced them before they even spoke, scents that telegraphed wealth and status like olfactory calling cards. Silvio Romano's cologne preceded him by several feet: something dark and woody with notes of bergamot and vetiver, expensive enough that I could probably identify the brand if I thought hard enough.

Despite the small distance, his very expensive cologne attacks her sense of smell. Olivia just smiled on the outside as her heart tried to steady itself. She wondered. “What in the world will we talk about?” She looks at his long neck, open shirt, and dark jacket. Masculinity exuded from him. He wasn’t clean-shaven. The dust of soft hair on his well-cared-for face was appealing. His shiny dark brown hair styled very nicely off his face. Other than the tempting smelling cologne and this unsure confidence that he wore. Something else caught her attention as she would sit since he politely insisted. But there was something else about him, something that said. "Sex!"

She stepped closer and enthusiastically looped her arm through mine, telling me that the perfume should be used within a week or its scent would fade. I nodded my head in acknowledgment, though my mind was already racing. I frantically formulated a strategy. The moment Queenie stepped out for the restroom, I quickly put on a mask and gloves before opening the porcelain bottle. I snapped a photo of the bottle and sent it to a friend of mine who specialized in fragrance packaging to create a replica. I even paid a considerable fee for its expedited delivery to the office. I received the product right before I clocked out. I discreetly threw the contents of Queenie's perfume down the toilet and

she sets her hands on my shoulders and pressed her cheek to mine, "You will never find out. You look amazing by the way." "Thanks girl, no let's get you dressed up too." we walk towards the make up station. Olivia was a brunette of hispanic heritage. She was taller than me, willowy rather than curvy. Her lips were lush and red, her cheekbones high and scuplted. Her dress was modestly sexy, a flowing sheath of creamy satin that contrasted with her olive skin. She looked like a fucking supermodel and exuded an exotic sex appeal. She was a stunner, her posture had the kind of flamboyant confidence i admired.

"Must pay well. That perfume is a limited edition, quite expensive." Olivia's expression momentarily tightened. "Limited edition? I wouldn't know. A friend gave it to me as a gift. I'm not particularly choosy about perfumes—they all smell similar to me." Eleanor made a soft, skeptical sound but didn't press further. After a nanny took Vivian away to be fed, they all sat down for dinner. Throughout the meal, Olivia maintained a steady stream of conversation, skillfully shifting topics and even trying to win over Eleanor by complimenting her skin and asking for beauty tips.

Anabelle said causing the latter to roll her eyes. “Oh please spare me! We started a business together! We were ten years back then and I have always been your little assistant. Now after years have passed you want to change me? No way!” Olivia said as she glared at Anabelle who placed the blue perfume at the side and took the golden perfume. “Let’s now see which one is the best,” Anabelle said as she sprayed it on her other hand. “This one is so rich. I think that’s why they made the color golden. After all, gold is a rare yet expensive jewel,” Olivia analyzed immediately as the smell covered the whole room.

Oliver sighed and ruffled his hair with his hands frustratingly,he strolled lazily to the bathroom and took off his pajamas to have a warm bath. He mopped the droplets of water from his flawless skin with his white towel and walked into the room to his sister spraying his perfume. "Drop that Laurel" "You couldn't even wait for me to greet you." "Don't divert my attention,just drop that and leave!" "I love you too bro" she replied sarcastically at him and sprayed the perfume all over her hair. "You've got ten different perspirants ànd perfumes laying scattered in your room but you choose to flux around my Ralph Lauren Perfume"